I've been watching The Eleventh Son lately, and I feel like Lian Chengbi has it so damn rough. Fifteen years into the apocalypse, I was killing zombies. I let my guard down for a moment and got ambushed by one, so all I could do was blow myself up along with it. And that's how I saved the world. Because it was the Zombie King.
When I woke up, I discovered I'd become Lian Chengbi.
Well, I feel like my hat's about to turn green.
So I'd better break off the engagement. It's not as if I was the one who eloped with a man anyway.
